My lungs are getting weaker I been breathing all these lies Cuz my secrets gettin harder for me to confide And I've lost all my pride I'm 40 years below death So when I meet my maker I hope it runs and hides Sitting in my guest room Cryin over all these pictures Of me and you And I don't wanna feel alone I guess I got you by me with your soul And life is a fucking gift Man I don't even know I guess I got some coal cuz I'm never satisfied with anything So I'll tie the rope tight And I'll never think of you again Waking up I'm pissed I don't wanna get up now Reading text off my phone Remind me that I'll never amount To anything that I have I can't even fucking smile I just want you back Haven't seen you in a while